Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
The other day I had a moment of clarity about my life. I looked at myself and thought, what the heck have I done with my life. Nothing. Nothing at all really. So then, of course I have begun to DD at every possible moment. When I don't have to be engaged in life, I am off in my mind.
Sometimes, I think that DD cripples me. Sometimes, I feel like it saves me. I guess it truly is an addiction.
Usually, I have no desire to stop because it feels harmless to me. A few days later, I think that it stops me from accomplishing anything in my life. I cannot explain the confusion I feel about this.
How can it be so empowering and yet so draining at the same time? Can anyone else relate?